Contractually Yours Alpha (Riley) novel Chapter 546

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Seven 

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Seven 

ALIYA’S POV 

I caught the tension in his eyes. He didn’t have to say a word–I could tell something was very wrong. Daemon was rarely unsettled, and if this was enough to shake him, had to be serious. 

“What is wrong?” I asked. 

His gaze, slightly unfocused, finally settled on me. After I had brought up his past lover and he had left- supposedly to get me ‘food,‘ though I knew it was really to avoid the conversation–I hadn’t seen him for the next three hours. He could have easily called for room service, so I couldn’t help but wonder if ‘getting food‘ should really take that long. 

“We need to leave now.” 

“What?” 

He said nothing more, simply dropping the clothes in front of me. They were new. 

“What is going on, Daemon?” 

“They’re here,” he said, his gaze locking onto mine. I was completely naked beneath the blanket; the clothes I had been wearing were in shreds. He took off the blanket slowly a part of me still felt the need to hide my nudity from him, even if he had seen me naked more than once now. He expertly helped me into the soft cotton pants and shirt. “This will have to do for now.” 

I couldn’t stand on my own, but with a swift motion, he lifted me into his arms, carrying me bridal style. 

With one hand, he pulled out his phone and made a call. His words were too fast for me to catch everything, but I picked up enough–he was informing some ‘authority‘ about the car he had stolen. I supposed he was keeping his promise. 

He ended the call. “I have no time to return the car to its owner; the police will handle it,” he explained. I nodded, 

but then realization hit me. 

“Without the car, how are we going to get back in time?” or escape whatever it was that had discovered he was 

here. 

“Vehicles are too slow.” He explained as we headed out. He didn’t seem to mind the looks we got from the humans; I still noticed the way the women’s attention lingered on him. From their looks, it was clear that some of them would love to be in my position. Well, too bad. 

The receptionist had a wide smile on her face, but this time Daemon hadn’t even considered her, I almost felt bad 

for her. 

“Are we going to… teleport again?” I asked, unsure what else to call his strange ability to move from one place to another. 

“No. They will be able to sense it if I use my demon abilities.” 

“So, you plan on… what? Walking home?” 

“Running, actually.” 

I stared at him, searching for any sign that he was joking but he wasn’t. He truly believed a car was too slow and 

that running would be faster. 

Without another word, he carried me into a quieter side street. 

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